During fashion month, there are 24 zillion images of Fashion Show Attendees orbiting the Earth via satellite, Instagram, Snapchat, Tumblr... yet hardly any of them are of real fashion editors. Roughly 23,999 zillion are the peacocks, dressed in clothes so bizarre that they will never see the light of another day, except possibly at Montenegro Fashion Week in 2017, when some fashion student who got lucky on eBay will pass them off as vintage.
The reason real fashion editors (as opposed to ones played by Anne Hathaway) hardly ever get snapped in the street is, by and large, because they haven't borrowed their outfits from a big label, or been paid to wear a "niche" look by some newly minted designer from Kazakhstan. Since they have forked out their own hard-earned cash, their clothes are likely to be slightly more practical than the sheer chiffon, backless blouse I saw one attendee (a gallery owner) wearing in New York last February. As we exited the show, she actually took off her coat so that the photographers outside could get a full frontal shot of her nipples. It was snowing at the time.
Nor do real fash eds have sufficient time to traverse a zebra crossing the 48 times apparently required to get a "spontaneous" shot. Such time deficits mean they generally wear a uniform, the details of which subtly alter each season - a different lapel or neckline, an infinitesimally small variation on the narrow trouser (at the moment it's all about the ankle kick-flare), a new statement bag and shoe. The latter is unlikely to be a pair of gravity-defying high heels or gladiator sandal-boots that take half an hour to tie up, but a quietly killer shoe that adds bite to navy trousers. This season it's a toss up between Saint Laurent's kitten-heeled ankle boot, Tabitha Simmons's kitten-heeled loafer and Miu Miu's patent block heels.
These understated details tend to be lost on the average street-style snapper, whose eye has been bludgeoned by Day-Glo fox fur and "conceptual" textures. Most fashion editors opt for navy blue, sprinkled with grey and, if they're pushing the boat out, khaki. Older grandes dames who earned their (monochrome) stripes in the 80s still do head-to-toe black. Grace Coddington, the magnificently talented creative director of US Vogue, has been wearing the same black uniform for at least 30 years - the changing nuances of which are so discreet that she may be the only person who can identify them.